My name is Margaret. I have zero dollars and a lot of ideas. I’m a college senior in upstate New York. I just moved into a shabby white house with my three best friends. We like cute things and when I’m not taking classes I like to fill my house with them. I cook, I clean, I garden, and I decorate. Here’s how I do it with minimal income and time.
Basically, I love anything whose main ingredients are tomato and basil. Before I gave up cheese, I was totally content to eat tomato, basil and mozzarella sandwiches every day—and I usually did, in the summer, at least. We always had basil and usually tomatoes straight from the garden.
I thought my caprese days were over until a girl in one of my classes brought us bruschetta one night. Bruschetta! I’d totally forgotten about bruschetta. Now it’s my favorite warm-weather meal—totally easy and lo-maintenance, especially since we usually have all the ingredients ready to throw together.
Today I had two exams and two papers due, so was feeling particularly stressed. It doesn’t help that we’re in the process of moving—three days! Everything’s in shambles, the kitchen is half packed (“where are knives?” “in the blender, in a glass, in a napkin”), things just feel gross and wrong; we’re on a packing-diet for the next few days, and aren’t particularly happy about it.
We basically just preheated the oven, cut the bread, and got to chopping (actually, we were out of vinegar, so I had to dash to the store to get some, so my beautiful friends/housemates did most of the chopping)—pretty piles of tomatoes, onions, garlic, and basil. All the best things. And this is one of those meals that makes me feel good after I eat it—it’s just healthy things cut up into tiny squares. Now I just have to resist the sour patch kids I’m wont to eat during finals.
Like most people my age, it’s hard for me to determine what exactly “home” means. Is it school? My mom’s house? Either way, I moved out of my Northwoods apartment (farewell, 12 Whitman D!), and I’m officially back in Maine.
It’s only been a few days, so things are all sorts of happy and shiny. By far, the best thing (except my family…) about being here is the food. Our (one of my ~*bffz*~ goes to my school and lives right near me—how lucky is that?) first stop upon arriving in vacationland was going to my absolute favorite restaurant, Green Elephant. I think we ate in silence and were finished in 15 minutes. Best best.
Although I pride myself on my thrifty habits, the ole’ money bag has taken a bit of hit already—but I’m so psyched on all the things I’ve bought for the new house (expect a post about my new items soon enough). So, soon enough I’ll be back and the name of this blog can start making sense.
In the meantime, I’m planning on getting to some sewing projects I’ve been toting around for a few months; hanging with my bro, my cat, and my pals; eating delicious food; and studying for the GREs.